St. Trop was wonderful. It's a world unto it's own. Beautiful weather, beautiful beaches, beautiful people, beautiful cars, and ginormous (yet beautiful) yachts. We spent so much time in the hotel pool and Med sea that I think I started growing gills. I went with my friend/French tutor and her 2 adolescent boys. I've never spent so much time staring at girls, and butts, and boobs, and cars, and yachts in all my life. It was entertaining.
If you look closely to the yacht in the far distance, you can spot a helicopter parked on top.
One of the many gorgeous cars we spotted during the trip.
Oh Med Sea. How I love thee.
We took a boat cruise that took us out of the port and into the St. Tropez Gulf. Here's a photo of St. Trop as we're pulling farther away. A gorgeous Med sea town.
While on the tour, we went around an area where the super wealthy live. Here's a photo of Brigitte Bardot's house. She still lives there. And she's the one that made this town what it is today.
During our last day, I walked to the beach to check out the restaurant in St. Trop. The hot spot where the rich and famous rub elbows. We met a couple the night before at dinner who stayed at a 5 star 900 Euro+ per night hotel with Hugh Jackman. They couldn't stop talking about him and told us that he lunched at this restaurant everyday. Well, I was interested in checking it out. I knew Hugh had already left so I wasn't going there to stalk him or anything. Oh no.